My Husband Divorced Me On Live TV, So I Married His Enemy

Résumé

He divorced me on live television. In front of eleven million people, my husband of six years announced our marriage was over — then introduced the woman he'd chosen instead. I sat in Row D, seat twelve, exactly where he'd placed me. I walked out without a word. That night, I met Callum Voss. Cold. Ruthless. The one man my ex-husband feared more than any other. He'd watched the broadcast. He knew who I was. And he had a proposition: marry him — that same night — and help him dismantle everything Derek Cole had built. I should have said no. Then I found my late father's files. Evidence that my marriage had never been what I believed. That the man I loved had used my family's name, buried a woman's career to protect his own, and planned my public humiliation weeks in advance. So I signed the contract. Twelve months. Two signatures. A divorce met with revenge. Callum and I had rules — no feelings, no complications, nothing real. But somewhere between the strategy sessions and the silences, the rules stopped holding. Now the contract is expired. Derek's world has collapsed. And Callum is standing in front of me with nothing to offer except the one thing neither of us planned for. This is not the story of how I survived my divorce. It is the story of what I became because of it.